I've decided that I'm not going to use my blog as a diary-esque output anymore. Why? Well there is no point for starters, no one reads this unless they stumble on it by accident (after which they probably seek to wash their eyes out with hydrochloric acid)
There are countless amounts of people on the net who are very hypocritical...my sister for example, she posted some of her blogs on a site called ubersite.com. Within mere minutes, the "regulars" of the site had torn her post into shreds...saying she is lazy and stupid and that she should have a "horrible and painful death." Over 40 reviews, all pretty much hypocritical remarks on her stupidity and inability to write. If the post is "So dum" why are you even bothering to read it let alone answer it? Even if you took the time to read it and didn't like it, what ever happened to compassion and respect? Did any one of those critics stop for two seconds to think that those words are attached to a person who has a life complete with problems and feelings just as complex as their own? Oh wait, stupid me, compassion and respect are characteristics of people who care. Heaven Forbid you actually care about someone, especially if you don't know them. I understand that people can get angry at others for stupid reasons, but how offensive can the ramblings of a 14 year old girl be? Upsetting enough to make a whole new entry to insult her, or even worse (as one of the hypocrites actually did) make an entirely new topic just to say how much they HATE her post...What a pathetic waste of energy, take up a different hobby, idiots.

-sarah 4:39 PM

[ some words i dont wish to say but i know u can feel it ]

Wow, i haven't written in a while. I guess school does take up a lot of my time...or I'm just really lazy. Today i saw someone i thought i wouldn't ever have to deal with again, Ryan. This actually is the second time i saw him this year... an unexpected event thing to say the least. My memories of him, and time spent with him are somewhat similar to a lingering dream...that irresistible puppydog face, laughing, his grey and orange coat, hanging out, and the overstated 12 roses. At one point i almost committed the unspeakable for him but it never came to that, i was left (or rather left him) standing on the brink, staring into the abyss of "what ifs" and "could haves" I never really thought it was fair to either of us, although my dad offered a drastically different opinion (hehe, #1, #2) Seeing him again, parked in front of my car (which had Steve in it!), brought back some feelings i thought didn't exist anymore. Although its not like he cares anyway, he has a different place now (although he still hangs onto Colleen and Christy's every word). I guess there's something in me that wants to be all hugged up and loved up, and yet is never satisfied with what i have.

-sarah 4:19 PM

[ some words i dont wish to say but i know u can feel it ]